Once More On My Adventure Brave And

All Poetry Is Putting The Infinite Within The Finite.

What's Come To Perfection Perishes. Things Learned On Earth We Shall Practice In Heaven; Works Done Least Rapidly Art Most Cherishes.

Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe Of Years.

I Judge People By What They Might Be, - Not Are, Nor Will Be.

Mid The Sharp, Short Emerald Wheat, Scarce Risen Three Fingers Well, The Wild Tulip At The End Of Its Tube, Blows Out Its Great Red Bell, Like A Thin Clear Bubble Of Blood, For The Children To Pick And Sell.